Boots!

Once upon a time, I was a little boy. No seriously, I was once little. And I had boots. My mom and dad still have these boots, and it is sooooo cute to see them now and imagine I was ever small enough to fit in them. So I recently decided that it was time for Jack to get a pair.

I found these at Famous, but-they are plastic, but-they are only 10 bucks. So, I still plan on getting him some REAL cowboy boots, in leather so they'll last forever, but for now, these will do just fine.

Also, they are the only footwear that Jack can get on himself, goodness though he tries. Sometimes I'll just stand and watch him try to put a hat or a jacket on by himself and just laugh. I know-I'm a terrible human beaner, uh, I mean 'being', but it's too funny. I should get pictures of him trying to dress himself.....that would be good.

Any-who, these are the first pictures of the Boy and his Boots. He gets kind of excited about cowboys and such, probably because one of his favorite DVD's is an Elmo one that is all about cowboys and the Wild Wild West. Howdy Cowboy Jackers!

Also, because of this infatuation, I had been wanting to get the boy a hobby horse, but on this last trip to El Paso, my dad found my old one and now Jack has it. I'm kinda geeked about it, actually.

This whole being-a-parent-thing and having him play with toys I enjoyed when I was a littl'un is kinda cool. Sniff, sniff, tear.......

Therefore, the plentitude of photos continues, mostly for the benefit of my parents, 820 miles away in El Paso, and Heathers' parents, 860 miles away in Seattle. (All mileage estimates approximate, but close enough to be...... ironic? funny? sad?)

Also, I forgot to mention, my pops refused to let me have said cowboy boots. I used to use them all the way up until high school, as bookends, I would keep pens in them and stuff.

This is Jack deciding that he was "All done, all done."

Then the fashion show continued with me deciding I needed to know if he would look better in pants with the pant leg on the inside or the outside of his new boots. Jack might've though that was kinda silly.

But he got back on his "Orsey," anyway.

And rode off into the sunset.... in our kitchen.

Meanwhile I was still deciding. Pant leg in or out? Hmmmmmm........

So that's it. The boy has his boots, and even though they're plastic, they're a good place to start.

Ok, so can we go outside now?